A little surprised that she'd won the so called argument, she turned around to look at him. "I love you.. you know I do. But.. I don't.. I don't think you.. love me anymore. Something happened.. I don't know what.. dying.. or having another miscarriage. You don't want to touch me.. and if you don't want to, then we can't have kids unless you do what I ask. Even then, kids should .. be raised by loving parents. Not this. I'm gonna.. go. Give you.. time or space or whatever else you need. I'm sorry."
Then she finally turned away from him and went to get her suitcase out of the closet and started to pack her stuff.